Every project he takes flops, his singing and dancing are mediocre—truly a master of none.
The only thing that stands out is his face!
“Is Fourth Brother’s luck really that bad?” Li Qiao pondered, recalling Li Shaoyu’s facial features.
With his top-tier fortune-bearing face, he should be thriving in the entertainment industry.
When the Li family father and son returned home, they were slightly surprised to see Song Xianchuan there.
“Dad, Eldest Brother, Mom left your meals in the pot.”
Li Qiao took Li Shanchuan’s briefcase and placed it on the table. Li Shanchuan beamed. “No need, your brother and I already ate outside.”
“Qiaoqiao.”
Li Shaojing handed her a stick of candied hawthorn, looking a little awkward. “I saw it on the way back and thought you girls like this kind of thing. If you don’t want it—”
“I do! I love it. Thank you, Eldest Brother!” Li Qiao happily accepted it.
She adored candied hawthorns—sweet and tangy.
Her joy warmed the hearts of the Li family men.
Li Shanchuan: Having a daughter is truly wonderful.
Li Shaojing: Raising a little sister is so rewarding!
“Dad, Eldest Brother, you’re back.”
Li Shaoyu’s voice came from upstairs as he descended gracefully.
His sudden return surprised both of them.
“Planning to quit the entertainment industry?” Li Shanchuan asked.
“Dad, every time I come home, you say the same thing. Can’t you switch it up?”
“Oh? What—can’t make it anymore?”
“…” You’re really my biological father, twisting the knife after the kill.
As the family gathered, Song Xianchuan brought up the online rumors. Li Shanchuan and Li Shaojing were stunned. “What rumors?”
“Someone made up nonsense about Qiaoqiao and me.” Li Shaoyu explained, though inwardly, he was fuming.
“Not a big deal. I already cleared it up.”
Li Qiao raised an eyebrow.
When did he do that?
She quickly checked Weibo, where a new hashtag instantly blew up.
Li Shaoyu V: “You blind, brainless mutts are at it again, spreading lies about your daddy! (#^.^#)”
Everyone present: “…”
This response was nothing short of pouring gasoline on the fire.
Li Qiao couldn’t help but massage her temples.
“Li Shaoyu, no wonder you’ve had so many haters over the years.” Song Xianchuan couldn’t resist commenting.
No surprise there!
Li Shaoyu had always been blunt, never filtering his words.
The only reason he hadn’t been blacklisted was his face.
Li Shaoyu, smug, tossed Li Qiao a flirtatious glance. “Qiaoqiao, do you feel Fourth Brother’s charm now?”
Li Qiao: “Impressive.” She hesitated before adding, “Fourth Brother, what if you really can’t survive in the industry…?”
“No big deal. If I can’t make it, I’ll leave.” Now that he’d found his sister, none of that mattered.
His carefree attitude made Li Qiao pat his hand reassuringly. “Don’t worry, Fourth Brother. If you can’t make it in the entertainment world, I’ll work hard to support you.”
“Huh? Support me?”
“Yeah. Even if you’re jobless, we can set up a stall under the overpass together—I’ll do fortune-telling, and you’ll apply phone screen protectors.”
With Fourth Brother’s face drawing crowds just by standing there, business would boom.
Li Qiao thought it was a solid plan.
Li Shaoyu, still dazed, took a long moment to process before mumbling an “Oh.”
Li Shaojing and Song Xianchuan exchanged amused smiles.
Night deepened.
Li Qiao had just lain down to rest when her eyes snapped open.
This smell—
She left the Li family mansion.
The entire villa district was eerily quiet.
No… this scent is coming from the west—the Li family’s direction.
As she passed another house, Li Qiao paused, her gaze sharpening as she studied the villa.
This stench—
Disgusting!
